Great Bear Wilderness Talk dirty to me

"She was making no decisions," Charon answered. The moment she decided to start making decisions again was the moment that Charon made a really huge one. Maybe it'd been a good thing that he had; maybe it had kickstarted Thistle into becoming herself again. Charon had only ever known her as a very mild-mannered wolf, even when she had been the blossoming Alpha of Stavanger Bay. He didn't like that she'd talked to him like he had no clue what on earth he was talking about, even though she had to know that what he suggested was what was best for the pack. "So I did."

Dash asked him if he'd be upset if someone did this thing. Charon didn't instantly understand that it was a psychological empathy thing question and at first answered: "Well, yeah." Then he realised what was going on, mostly because obviously his situation was waaay different. He'd be a great Alpha. Nobody would ever have to step in with him. "But I'd be right if I did, 'cause I'm going to be a really good Alpha and make sure there's never need to." Charon smiled proudly; empathy was perhaps not his strong suit, but confidence surely was one of them (or rather: keeping a confident appearance to the outside world, as well as to himself).